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Shen Yu didn't know that many years later, when he broke through the dusty memory in the blood and fire, he saw her who had been tossing and turning for him in two lives and spent all her efforts - he saw her standing on the edge of the scheming knife, blocking the deadly hidden arrows for him; in the court where thousands of horses were silent, she used her thin figure to protect the hundreds of thousands of border troops behind him. He would kneel under the broken wall of Yanmenguan and think about that night over and over again. Thinking about her standing on the stone steps, the moonlight falling in her eyes, the sadness and pain that he ignored; thinking about her trembling shoulders when she turned around, and the thousands of words hidden in the sentence "I'm just an ordinary woman"; thinking about why I didn't take another step, didn't ask another question, didn't recognize in those eyes full of stories, the soul that crossed life and death to find him. The wind at that time, with an even more biting chill, poured into his torn chest. The nails were embedded in the palms of the hands, and the blood dropped on the ground of Yanmen Pass, which was very similar to the tears she shed back then. He will hate. I hate myself for being slow, I hate myself for being ignorant, I hate that I only thought of her as an "ordinary woman" who met her by chance when I should have recognized her most. He never thought that that seemingly ordinary night would become the sharpest knife that would repeatedly cut out his heart when he dreamed about it at midnight, reminding him-- He was once so close to her, but he personally missed her waiting for two lifetimes.